Page 14 of Illicit Games

“I wasn’t complaining.”

I chuckle, hugging her as she lays her face against my chest. “Baby?”

“Yeah, love?”

“Don’t get on the pill,” I murmur against her throat, over her wildly beating pulse. “Onlyif you’re sure about having my kids, Iris. And if you do get on it because you wanna wait, don’t tell me.”

“Why?” she rasps once I raise my head and stare at her.

“As much as I love to control your body and own it, it’syourdecision whether or not you want to grow my baby inside you. I won’t make the decision for you because I have anunhealthy obsession with binding you to me with no way out.” Threading my fingers in her hair, I let her see the darker urges residing inside me as I utter my next words. “But I need the fantasy that I am putting my baby inside you every time I spill inside your pussy. I’m giving you the power to decide when it becomes real.”

“Okay, love.” Cupping my face, she says, “I have one question.”

“Ask.”

“This fantasy… Have you done it with someone else?”

“I’ve never gone bareback or come inside a woman, much less thought of getting them pregnant. Everything I feel for you is new to me, Rainbow. You’re my forever. It’s why I want nothing between us whenever I fuck you. I’m clean and I haven’t been with a woman in a year.”

Shock descends across her features. “A year?”

“Yes.” I caress her thigh. “I don’t sleep around.”

The answer pleases her. A lot. The evidence is on my dick as she grinds against it absentmindedly. “Yet you still won’t fuck me.”

“Then who’s cum is leaking out of you?” I growl playfully, standing up with her legs around me. Dropping her to the floor, I switch on the shower again. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Weren’t you complaining about being filthy?” I get on my knees and push her ass cheeks apart. “I’d better clean you up.”

Chapter Four

Kian

Singhania Sons’ headquarters may have changed in terms of its interior, but the atmosphere remains the same.

Claustrophobic. Unwelcoming. Unyielding.

Ialmostturn around and leave.

Immune to the ever-present invasive gaze of people wherever I go, I ignore them and walk up to the reception area. The girl behind the desk looks up, her eyes going comically wide as she recognizes me. “Mr. Singhania!”

“Tell Nathan I’m here to meet him.”

There will be enough gossip floating around that I showed up here. I don’t need to make a scene by barging into his office. I maintain my composure and watch the assistant call upstairs and inform Nathan of my presence.

He won’t turn me away today.

I’m counting it.

I had an ulterior motive in asking Iris to stay at home. Had she come to work, she would’ve seen my calendar and known I lied about having meetings in the city all day. I didn’t want to tell her I’m meeting Nathan and upset her.

The reason I didn’t stop her from talking to Nathan by herself the other night was because a part of me hoped he’d do the right thing. Not for me, but for the woman who was willing to sacrifice her future to help him for whatever reason.

The state I found her in will forever haunt me.

It sealed Nathan’s fate.